Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
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"I saw your boyfriend at a party this weekend."
"For the last time, Austin, he's not—"
I paused and turned to look at him, standing there in the door opening with the face of a goddamn snitch. For a moment, I just watched that suspicious smirk on his face, getting a really bad feeling about it, and then got up and walked right up to him, until I was practically in front of his nose. "What do you mean a party? He rarely goes to parties."
"Well, he was there, and some dude was kissing him."
Seriously?
He kicked the door shut and walked over to his bed with the usual can of coke in his head, while I just stood there, trying to figure out what he was saying exactly. What he saw... and what had happened... and what that meant... Kenny, at a party, possibly drunk, and another person, also possibly drunk, kissing.
Please don't say it was Mason.
"You keep saying you're not together and then you pull faces like that," Austin remarked, laughing.
"Like what?" I spat at him.
"Like you're jealous."
"Shut up, dickhead. What did the guy look like?"
"Oh, are you gonna beat your competition up? I don't think he'll be very intimidated by your size, Jamie. Do you—"
I walked over to him and said in a low voice, "Austin, you have not a single clue what you're talking about, so shut the fuck up and just tell me what the guy looked like."
For a few seconds, he was uncharacteristically still and quiet—didn't even reach for his nightstand to sip from his drink—and looked up at me like I'd told him to stop breathing. He then sank down on the bed and said casually, "About my height, dark, curly hair and—"
I kicked the leg of his bed, making it creak in protest. "Fuck!"
"Whoa, chill. You two weren't together, right? I—"
"Oh, so now you acknowledge it? We never— Just piss off, Austin. It's none of your fucking business." I walked to the door and he called out, "Where are you going?"
"My boyfriend."
To be honest, I didn't really know what to think of this. If it was Mason, which it probably was, not only was Kenny in deep shit, but Mason himself as well. After he and I had gone looking for Kenny together, I'd talked with him a few times, and he was exactly like Kenny had described him—talkative, nice and unawarely adorable when he started rambling on and on about the things he'd recently discovered and started obsessing over—but no matter how pleasant he seemed, I really didn't understand him.
Like, just... what the hell was he doing? What was he thinking? What was going on inside his head that he thought going around kissing Kenny was okay? He had a girlfriend, for Christ's sake! Kenny was already a mess, and unless Mason had broken up with his girlfriend, which I highly doubted from the way he talked about her—really, it was kind of gross—nothing about what supposedly happened at that party was okay.
